After the defeat of the devil, there is an extra child

Half an hour ago.

Ning Xiu sat at the table and was fed by Chu Jun, and Ning Buwei sat aside and looked at Chu Jun boredly. Every time Chu Jun wanted to speak, he deliberately turned his head to look out the window, and Chu Jun was unable to speak in the end.

Ning Buwei hooked the corners of his mouth, then moved his nose, raised his sleeves and smelled it, and immediately frowned after smelling the smell of herbs and animal skins.

He refined a lot of useful talisman seals, but the smell couldn't be cleared up with cleansing alone. He remembered that there was a hot spring nearby, and he suddenly made a decision.

Ning Xiu ate the custard on his clothes, and was arguing to ask Chu Jun to clean him with a small cleaning technique, so Ning Buwei took advantage of this time to go out.

Originally, everything went smoothly, the temperature was just right, and no one disturbed him. He leisurely leaned against the wall of the pool, and in front of him was the intricate pattern of formations, which changed automatically under the guidance of his spiritual power, and could even be regarded as water. mirror to use.

Although the added usefulness is very useless, even the big devil occasionally has time to be bored, and he even has the mood to draw a few clouds on it, intending to show it to his son.

While thinking about it, Ning Buwei raised his eyelids to see if the two flowing clouds were on the same side, and happened to see himself reflected in the water mirror.

As a devil who makes trouble all the time, he seldom takes such a leisurely bath, let alone looking in the mirror, and the little red mole is just below the collarbone, if it wasn't for him He happened to be looking down when he was building the formation, and the water was a little hot so that the red mole was so dark that he really couldn't find it.

But no matter how inconspicuous it was, Ning Buwei would still recognize it as a red mole left by a sealed memory—and he was all too familiar with the breath of spiritual power.

He is an opponent to play tricks with this kind of old fox, and he is impatient to beat around the bush, let alone the opponent is Chu Jun.

Ning Buwei pondered for a while while soaking in the water with a sullen face, and decided to ask Chu Jun directly.

Chu Jun's reaction was as expected.

"When you were in Wanxuanyuan, I sealed a memory for you." Chu Jun said.

But even if it was expected, Ning Buwei would inevitably get angry, he twitched the corner of his mouth, "If I didn't find out, you didn't plan to untie it?"

Just as Chu Jun was about to speak, he saw Ning Buwei standing in front of him in an instant, holding his arms and staring down at him coldly. He knew that no matter what answer he gave, it would be difficult to satisfy this ancestor.

Naturally, he also knew that he was not just for this one thing.

Seeing his silence, Ning Buwei narrowed his eyes, leaned slightly to stare at him, and said with a half-smile: "Master Chu, it turns out that you also have guilty consciences."

"En." Chu Jun lowered his eyes, and the dim light hit the side of his face, leaving a faint halo.

Ning Buwei's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he cursed inwardly, trying to warn himself not to be fooled by beauty, let alone let him go easily just because the other party showed weakness.

His gaze lingered on Chu Jun's face for several times restrained and forbearance, before he managed to calm down and not let himself kiss, straightened up and said coldly, "What are you thinking?"

Without waiting for Chu Jun to speak, he continued: "Of course, you have your own plans, so you don't need to tell me. After all, I just need to help you save your life in a daze."

It's just that the more he spoke, the colder his tone became, and in the end his face turned black, and the evil spirit around him spread wildly, lingering around Chu Jun covetously.

Then he heard Chu Jun sigh softly.

Ning Buwei twitched his brows slightly, wondering for a moment whether he was too aggressive to scare him, but then overturned this idea, and held his chin very bluntly, "Don't put on a show here, just speak straight. "

Chu Jun took his wrist and rubbed it lightly, "You will be angry after hearing that."

Ning Buwei raised his eyebrows and said, "Am I such a stingy person? Pei Heguang said so much that I'm not willing to kill you."

It's just that he was so angry that he was distracted and almost got his spiritual roots pulled out and almost took him away... that's all.

Chu Jun tilted his head slightly, kissed the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "It's agreed, after listening to it, you are not allowed to resolve the Taoist contract, and you are not allowed to run away from home."

Chu Jun was so active for the first time, Ning Buwei was dazed by the kiss, and nodded perfunctorily, his Adam's apple moved slightly, pointed to the other corner of his mouth, and smiled with lips curled up: "Master Chu, be fair."

Chu Jun fulfilled his wish very generously, and then said seriously: "Actually—"

Before he could finish speaking, someone pressed his shoulders and pushed him back against the bedpost.

"Headmaster Chu, such a small benefit makes me puzzled by the Taoist contract, and I am not allowed to run away from home. You are a bit contemptuous of others."

Ning Buwei supported the pillar with one hand and pressed his shoulder with the other, and put one leg on his waist, tightly trapping Chu Jun in his arms, catching someone wanton and wanton kissing enough, and even beating Chu Jun recklessly. There was a small circle of round teeth marks on the earlobe.

"Nonsense, Ning Xiu is still here." Chu Jun bowed his head and pulled back the front skirt that had been torn apart by him.

Chu Jun's lips were a little red, and Ning Buwei rubbed his canine teeth viciously, then raised his head a little unsteadily for breathing, licked the corners of his mouth, glanced at his sleeping son, and snorted: "Slept like a pig."

"Besides——" He looked down meaningfully, slid his hand to his belt and hooked it lightly, and said with a teasing smile: "Tai Zun, who cultivates the pure way... doesn't seem very good, huh? "

There was a thin layer of red on Chu Jun's ears, and he warned in a deep voice: "Ning Chengfeng."

"I didn't do anything." Ning Buwei raised his hands to show his innocence, with a smile pouring out of his eyes.

Then there was a sudden blur in front of his eyes, and he opened his eyes again to find that he was in the self-examination pavilion.

Ning Buwei froze the smile on his face, looked at Chu Jun beside him, and said with a bitter face: "I'm over 500 years old, just kidding, don't copy books anymore."

Chu Jun raised his hand to cover the sleeves he was pressing on the table, his slender fingers like jade were particularly conspicuous in the blackness.

Chu Jun's hand clasped his hand, Ning Buwei subconsciously felt that something was wrong, so he pulled his hand suddenly but failed to twitch, his back was pressed against a warm chest, Chu Jun's unhurried voice came It sounded next to his ears: "I changed my course halfway, and it is indeed quite difficult to practice Qingjingyi."

Ning Buwei suddenly felt his throat ache, and seeing his hands being held down by him, he said with a dry smile, "That doesn't need to be here..."

Chu Jun chuckled behind him: "Why don't you help me."

Ning Buwei's scalp was numb from the stimulation, he gritted his teeth and said, "I won't help."

Chu Jun whispered: "Chengfeng, please."

Ning Buwei felt that the blood all over his body rushed to his head, cursed secretly, and kicked aside the little girl who was in the way.

The short couple bumped into the bookshelf, making a muffled "clang".

…………

Ning Buwei lazily leaned on the low table that was in the way, and after doing a big cleansing technique, he stared blankly at an unknown book on the bookshelf, a bit unable to remember how he asked Xingshi to blame him. Turned into prostitution in the daytime - or in a fucking place like the Self-examination Pavilion.

Chu Jun was bending down to pick up the books scattered on the floor and put them back on the bookshelf, holding the yellowed pages with his slender white hands, making Ning Buwei a little distracted.

He looks indifferent and unrestrained, but he is actually a beast in clothes.

Gee.

He rubbed his slightly sore wrist. Although he helped, Chu Jun also contributed consciously, and it was not a loss to each other.

The big devil, who completely forgot about the business, leaned on the short table with a satisfied face. This kind of joy, which was completely different from that of a spiritual friendship, made him very satisfied, and he even began to secretly think about how to coax Chu Jun to go further.

"Don't pick it up." Ning Buwei lifted his foot and hooked his ankle, "Come here."

Chu Jun put the last book back, and even carefully used the cleaning technique again, before coming over and sitting beside Ning Buwei.

Ning Buwei put his arm around his waist, yawned, patted his thigh, and then leaned on it.

Chu Jun reached out and pinched the back of his neck very naturally.

Ning Buwei narrowed his eyes comfortably.

"The matter of fate—" Chu Jun just opened his mouth when he heard Ning Buwei's breathing was unbelievably steady. When he lowered his head, he saw that Ning Buwei had fallen into a deep sleep.

The kind of sinking that the sea of ​​consciousness is closed.

"........."

Chu Jun stared at him for a while with downcast eyes, the expression on his face was unclear, and then slowly stretched out his hand——

Gently pinched Ning Buwei's face.

Sure enough... very soft.